Fic: Hidden in Lies (2/6)
Warnings for in the Prologue, Chapter 1
Chapter 2
“Not your normal wakeup call”
Sam grumbled, wondering how the hell he’d gotten his hand pinned under him when he had fallen asleep at his computer, it took a few blinks to realize he wasn’t at the table anymore but laying down in his bed. He sat up and looked around, confused about how he had gotten there. The first thing he realized was his brother’s bed was occupied, the next was the black things that shifted when his brother rolled in his sleep, lifting up enough for Sam to see that they were leathery wings sprouting from his brother’s back. “Dean,” what looked to be his brother shifted again. The wings pulling tight against his back while he turned away from the voice to bury his head in the pillow, Sam’s eyes widened at the dark slender thing that seemed to scratch at the skin between the closed wings before curling on the bed behind him. A tail? That couldn’t have been his brother. “DEAN!”
"Sam, I got to sleep like twenty minutes ago, shut the fuck up,” Dean sat up and turned to look at Sam long enough to see the fear in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Cristo,” Dean couldn’t stop the wince, not because the word affected him but because of what it meant. His brother had said it because he thought he was possessed. “Sam I can explain!” It didn’t work, Sam had already broken into Latin. “Damnit Sam it’s me! It’s really me!” The string of words didn’t stop. “Goddamnit Sam! Cristo, Cristo, Cristo,” he kept repeating it, over and over, until the Latin finally stopped flowing from his brother’s mouth. “Do you believe me now?”
“Dude…” Dean could only nod his head, he knew what was coming. “DUDE… What the fuck happened to you?!”
“Nothin’ Sammy, I’m alright,” Dean could feel his wings shifting against his back while his tail swung to wrap around his waist in worry. “I’m sorry, I thought,” there was nothing he could really say to the mortified look his baby brother was giving him. “It won’t happen again,” Dean’s hand automatically ran through his hair, fingers touching against the small dark horns before them along with the tail and wings faded away.
“Wait, so that’s really you?”
“It’s the Incubus, yes. It eats up energy to keep it hidden like I have been, and I thought since you knew I wouldn’t have to bother hiding it anymore.”
“So the wings, and tail, that’s what you really look like?”
“Horns and all,” Sam could tell that the sarcastic smile and joking tone was just a defense.
“Cool,” Sam said deadpan, causing Dean to blink, “Just keep that devil tail of yours away from me.”
“Sam… I’ll only tell you this once. I do have rules. There’s only been need for three. No family, no virgins and no killing my prey. You have no worries about anything of mine getting near you.”
“Wow… you have rules? Never thought that’d happen, hey,” Sam’s face was suddenly hit by a pillow that Dean threw at him. “So…” Sam muttered while holding the extra pillow in his lap. “So, that’s what you look like when you’re completely relaxed? It’s still not as bad at when you run around in nothing but your shorts,” Sam ducked the second pillow hurled at him and laughed as he heard ‘bitch’ from the other bed while Dean curled away from him. “Dean, you don’t have to hide anymore. I just overreacted, that’s all. Ya coulda warned me about that.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t really thinking when I got in this morning. So, can I have my pillows back? The bed isn’t exactly worthy of the Hilton.”
“Only if you relax for real,” Dean turned to blink at Sam’s smirk, “What? Yer not as ugly with horns as you are without them.”
“That’s it!” Dean sailed off his bed at his laughing little brother, ending up in a wrestling match in the middle of the motel room.
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(4X01)
When Dean had drug himself out of the hole he’d woken in after what felt like half a century in Hell, he was aware of several things all at once. He was alive, he was in what appeared to be a crater sized clearing of death and he was starving in every single meaning of the word he knew. His body screamed for food while his soul seemed to cry for energy. He could barely keep himself hidden as a confused human while he stumbled around looking for anything in this nowhere.
---
Bobby was beside him, what felt like weeks had barely been days since he’d woken up in his grave and he was silently pleading with Sam not to say anything about why he looked so pale and seemed so shaky. Leave Bobby out of it, his eyes begged and Sam just stared back at him with a concerned look.
Dean sighed loudly when Bobby had left them alone finally, “Thanks, I don’t need him taking that knowledge with him.”
“Dean, you’re starving aren’t you? I can see your horns for Christ’s sake!” Dean flinched and rushed into the bathroom to see for himself. There, as large as life where the two now giant horns sweeping back over his skull as if for protection while the ends had just started curling up at the base of his ears. “Fuck,” he said as he reached up to touch the thick horn, running over the rippled texture of it down to the curve. “This is gonna be a bitch to cut!”
“You okay? Dean, what the hell?” Sam could only gape at his older brother looking himself over in the mirror. “DUDE, when were you gonna tell me you had horns like a ram?”
“You knew I had horns, Sam, they don’t stop growing. I haven’t exactly been able to keep them up for four months. I’m too fucking starving to keep these hidden, how the hell am I supposed to go feed?!”
Sam shrugged, “Goth scene?” Dean blinked at him, “What?! They’re into that kinda thing. Wings and tail too.”
“Oh goodie, I get to be some random Goth’s horn porn.” Dean couldn’t stop rolling his eyes and looked around, “I can’t even keep my Incubus form hidden right now, Sam.”
Sam furrowed worry brows as Dean ran both hands worth of black talons through his hair and across his horns as if it were the most natural thing in the world while his long black tail flicked and wrapped his legs in worry. “Your wings are out aren’t they?” Dean nodded, his shirt pushing away from his back to prove it before it rested back against him. “Like I said, Goth scene, just be careful of the ones that bite,” Dean’s shirt pulled tight when Sam suddenly patted a paw of a hand on his shoulder. “Oh sorry,” Sam backed up to let Dean have his space.
“Thanks, and do me a favor Sam. While I’m out get me a disk sander and a metal file.”
“Huh? Why?”
“My horns need taken care of, and they’re too damn big now for a pair of clippers and a nail file,” Dean was already out the door.
“Sure thing Hellboy...”
Chapter 3
Chapter 2
“Not your normal wakeup call”
Sam grumbled, wondering how the hell he’d gotten his hand pinned under him when he had fallen asleep at his computer, it took a few blinks to realize he wasn’t at the table anymore but laying down in his bed. He sat up and looked around, confused about how he had gotten there. The first thing he realized was his brother’s bed was occupied, the next was the black things that shifted when his brother rolled in his sleep, lifting up enough for Sam to see that they were leathery wings sprouting from his brother’s back. “Dean,” what looked to be his brother shifted again. The wings pulling tight against his back while he turned away from the voice to bury his head in the pillow, Sam’s eyes widened at the dark slender thing that seemed to scratch at the skin between the closed wings before curling on the bed behind him. A tail? That couldn’t have been his brother. “DEAN!”
"Sam, I got to sleep like twenty minutes ago, shut the fuck up,” Dean sat up and turned to look at Sam long enough to see the fear in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Cristo,” Dean couldn’t stop the wince, not because the word affected him but because of what it meant. His brother had said it because he thought he was possessed. “Sam I can explain!” It didn’t work, Sam had already broken into Latin. “Damnit Sam it’s me! It’s really me!” The string of words didn’t stop. “Goddamnit Sam! Cristo, Cristo, Cristo,” he kept repeating it, over and over, until the Latin finally stopped flowing from his brother’s mouth. “Do you believe me now?”
“Dude…” Dean could only nod his head, he knew what was coming. “DUDE… What the fuck happened to you?!”
“Nothin’ Sammy, I’m alright,” Dean could feel his wings shifting against his back while his tail swung to wrap around his waist in worry. “I’m sorry, I thought,” there was nothing he could really say to the mortified look his baby brother was giving him. “It won’t happen again,” Dean’s hand automatically ran through his hair, fingers touching against the small dark horns before them along with the tail and wings faded away.
“Wait, so that’s really you?”
“It’s the Incubus, yes. It eats up energy to keep it hidden like I have been, and I thought since you knew I wouldn’t have to bother hiding it anymore.”
“So the wings, and tail, that’s what you really look like?”
“Horns and all,” Sam could tell that the sarcastic smile and joking tone was just a defense.
“Cool,” Sam said deadpan, causing Dean to blink, “Just keep that devil tail of yours away from me.”
“Sam… I’ll only tell you this once. I do have rules. There’s only been need for three. No family, no virgins and no killing my prey. You have no worries about anything of mine getting near you.”
“Wow… you have rules? Never thought that’d happen, hey,” Sam’s face was suddenly hit by a pillow that Dean threw at him. “So…” Sam muttered while holding the extra pillow in his lap. “So, that’s what you look like when you’re completely relaxed? It’s still not as bad at when you run around in nothing but your shorts,” Sam ducked the second pillow hurled at him and laughed as he heard ‘bitch’ from the other bed while Dean curled away from him. “Dean, you don’t have to hide anymore. I just overreacted, that’s all. Ya coulda warned me about that.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t really thinking when I got in this morning. So, can I have my pillows back? The bed isn’t exactly worthy of the Hilton.”
“Only if you relax for real,” Dean turned to blink at Sam’s smirk, “What? Yer not as ugly with horns as you are without them.”
“That’s it!” Dean sailed off his bed at his laughing little brother, ending up in a wrestling match in the middle of the motel room.
---
(4X01)
When Dean had drug himself out of the hole he’d woken in after what felt like half a century in Hell, he was aware of several things all at once. He was alive, he was in what appeared to be a crater sized clearing of death and he was starving in every single meaning of the word he knew. His body screamed for food while his soul seemed to cry for energy. He could barely keep himself hidden as a confused human while he stumbled around looking for anything in this nowhere.
---
Bobby was beside him, what felt like weeks had barely been days since he’d woken up in his grave and he was silently pleading with Sam not to say anything about why he looked so pale and seemed so shaky. Leave Bobby out of it, his eyes begged and Sam just stared back at him with a concerned look.
Dean sighed loudly when Bobby had left them alone finally, “Thanks, I don’t need him taking that knowledge with him.”
“Dean, you’re starving aren’t you? I can see your horns for Christ’s sake!” Dean flinched and rushed into the bathroom to see for himself. There, as large as life where the two now giant horns sweeping back over his skull as if for protection while the ends had just started curling up at the base of his ears. “Fuck,” he said as he reached up to touch the thick horn, running over the rippled texture of it down to the curve. “This is gonna be a bitch to cut!”
“You okay? Dean, what the hell?” Sam could only gape at his older brother looking himself over in the mirror. “DUDE, when were you gonna tell me you had horns like a ram?”
“You knew I had horns, Sam, they don’t stop growing. I haven’t exactly been able to keep them up for four months. I’m too fucking starving to keep these hidden, how the hell am I supposed to go feed?!”
Sam shrugged, “Goth scene?” Dean blinked at him, “What?! They’re into that kinda thing. Wings and tail too.”
“Oh goodie, I get to be some random Goth’s horn porn.” Dean couldn’t stop rolling his eyes and looked around, “I can’t even keep my Incubus form hidden right now, Sam.”
Sam furrowed worry brows as Dean ran both hands worth of black talons through his hair and across his horns as if it were the most natural thing in the world while his long black tail flicked and wrapped his legs in worry. “Your wings are out aren’t they?” Dean nodded, his shirt pushing away from his back to prove it before it rested back against him. “Like I said, Goth scene, just be careful of the ones that bite,” Dean’s shirt pulled tight when Sam suddenly patted a paw of a hand on his shoulder. “Oh sorry,” Sam backed up to let Dean have his space.
“Thanks, and do me a favor Sam. While I’m out get me a disk sander and a metal file.”
“Huh? Why?”
“My horns need taken care of, and they’re too damn big now for a pair of clippers and a nail file,” Dean was already out the door.
“Sure thing Hellboy...”
Chapter 3